Dan Darrah - Slow dance

patterns of euphoria slip away as you cut through my daydream of us slowdancing on your balcony as you say, "if you hate yourself that much, i'll give you something to hate more". when i sleep in your cold embrace, you trace cloud shapes onto my back. you point out their lookalikes and carve them back into the sky, and you say, "if you hate yourself that much, i'll give you something to hate more".